Sephiroth stares at him for a moment, almost uncomprehending - and this time it's not to do with anything he's ingested. "It'd never occur to me to do those things to someone in sex," he says after a moment, "unless it was specifically requested. Do people need to be told that?"

His understanding of the scope of the kinds of sex people have, and what kind of people have them...he's beginning to realize just how narrow it is compared to what there is to know.

"I'm not interested in such things, either."

He shakes his head, dispelling that train of thought. If it's done nothing else, the bafflement has cleared his head a bit, at least for the moment. "As to - fucking you - " He only barely hesitates over the word, as if still not accustomed to the language he's using. "I'd like to, yes. But I've no objections to being on the other side as well, if you'd prefer that." Frankly...Sephiroth doesn't care how this goes, as long as he deals with the heat in his gut in some way. And Genesis has already given him some experience in being taken. "You're helping me. And you interest me. I need to...work this off, but I'm not so picky about the means that I can't do that and also accommodate you."